The last weekend away

After work on Friday, I drove back up to the condo for the last weekend away.  I crashed dinner with my mom and her cousins and a friend.  I ordered something I normally don’t, lamb shank, and ate half, and brought the other half back for lunch the next day.

On Saturday morning, I spent time by the pool.  See how crowded it was?

I spent time listening to a family yell at a girl who was about 8 years old.  They were trying to teach her to dive.  The kid was the only one with a valid point.  “It’s too shallow.  Diving isn’t allowed here.”  The adults had the argument, “We’ve done the Iron Man.  We know what we’re doing.”  Well, 1) just because you’ve done it, doesn’t mean you can coach it and 2) I don’t recall a diving portion of the Iron Man.

What the shower would look like if I had none of my products in it.

The preseason football games were on Saturday evening, so my mom and her cousin and I did a puzzle while the cousin’s husband watched the game.  It took us longer than we thought, so we had to work on it the next morning.

I couldn’t leave before I finished the puzzle.

I packed up the car and went home.  I stopped at the grocery store to do meal prepping for breakfasts and lunches for the week.  I also made dinner and cleaned up a bit.

I went to bed exhausted, with a long todo list for the week.  I started it the moment I opened my eyes Monday morning.

It’ll be another year before I go back.  It was a nice relaxing time, even though I didn’t get as much reading done as I thought I would.

OH. MY. GODS. BY TERA LYNN CHILDS

Mythology and Gods

Oh. My. Gods.

Oh. My. Gods. by Tera Lynn Childs

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I ran into this book as part of a mythology list. I loved the book! I guessed at the ending early on, but I still loved it. The characters were well rounded and the story was great. I finished it hoping that there was a sequel. There is! I will be working on it soon. I hope the sequel is just as good.

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3 star reviews

I have finally come to realize that not all books deserve a five star review. The rating system on Goodreads is 1-5, with 1 being hated it, and 5 being loved it. A 3 review is just ok.

I used to rate the books as 5 if I liked them. Then, I read an ARC that wasn’t my typical genre and I wasn’t thrilled with it. The book was written well enough, but just wasn’t to my liking. I couldn’t give it a 5 star rating because I really didn’t love it. There was nothing really wrong with the book itself, but it just didn’t speak to me. In the ARC instructions, it is requested that we email the author before giving a poor rating. I realized that a 3 star review isn’t really a poor rating, and it was honest. I got a thank you message from the author for the review. I didn’t feel like I could be fair to the author, since it’s the genre and not the writing that I disliked. I decided that I would no longer read her ARCs, but I sent her a friend of mine who loves that genre and the friend will read the ARC in the future. Problem solved.

I am not feeling guilty about giving less than 5 stars. I do think a long time before giving a 1 or 2 star rating, though. What didn’t I love about the book? If the answer is, “it wasn’t my style,” I give it a higher rating. And, yes, I have given 1 & 2 star ratings, but they are well thought out and I always write about why I disliked it. I feel like I’m being fair to the author.

A weekend away

Every year, my parents go away for several weeks. They invite everyone to join them. So, I visited this year, like I usually do. I only went up on a Friday after work, and stayed until Sunday morning. My goal was to sit by the pool and finish my bookclub book.Friday night, there was a group of my parents’ friends there, watching the movie my dad was in when he was 28 or so, Towering Inferno.

 

Saturday morning, I got up, made coffee, put on my swimsuit, and looked outside. Fog. 61 degrees. The hot tub was broken, so I didn’t bother. Brrr. I’ll wait. I read for a while.

Eventually, I ventured outside, since the sun was out. The temperature wasn’t any higher.  This is my sunbathing outfit.  Completely covered by towels, with a sunhat and 100 SPF sunblock on.

The hot tub at the other pool was working, so I wandered over there, eventually. They still haven’t fixed the sign for the button for the jets. It used to have “hot tub jets” and no sign for the emergency off switch. People used to push the big red button to turn on the jets, and the alarm would go off.

I never finished the book, but went to bookclub anyhow.

How to Talk to an Autistic Kid by Daniel Stefanski (an autistic kid)

9 books for kids with characters who have autism

How to Talk to an Autistic KidHow to Talk to an Autistic Kid by Daniel Stefanski
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Wonderful! Great information, written by an expert on the topic. This will hopefully help other kids and even adults understand their friends with autism. It’s well written in easy to understand language.

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